Doubt
No matter how hard she tried.
No matter how desperately she sucked.
The Pear of Anguish would not stop.
Once, a long time ago, she had been masturbating and, inspired by a Japanese AV video, tried spreading her pussy open with her own hands. It had hurt at first. Forcing her fingers into an unprepared sex and prying it left and right made the surrounding muscles twitch and clench on their own. Watching that hole grip her fingers like tough rubber, she had thought how strange the human body really was. That something so painful could feel so stimulating.
After that, she had practiced expansion training now and then. She worked her way up through larger dildos, stretching herself with her fingers, determined to be ready to take a man's cock whenever the time came. Of course, she couldn't stretch herself so severely that she lost all elasticity, so she trained her grip as well. All of it had been preparation for a partner she might someday meet. Her life had been dull. At least a masochist's existence, paved with stimulation, was something she had always longed for. If her future partner was going to find satisfaction in her, she had figured this much preparation was necessary.
Thanks to that, her pussy had learned to take large dildos. Ordinary ones bought from shopping malls were nothing. Even the massive ones she ordered direct from overseas could be forced inside if she clenched her teeth and endured. The price, though, had been her hymen — torn through reckless masturbation and training. But that much had been fine. In this day and age… hymen reconstruction was something you could get done whenever you felt like it. The importance of virginity had fallen that far, so there hadn't really been a reason to bother anyway…
That same pussy had taken a man for the first time after arriving on Prison Island. His name was Leviathan. She had never once forgotten the taste of the cock that had pierced her sex. The sex in the detention center, especially, had been so sweet and good she could dine on the memory for the rest of her life. Just thinking of it made her pussy shudder.
But now it was shuddering for an entirely different reason.
"Hnnngh! Mmph!!"
Praying the Pear of Anguish would stop, she sucked the artificial cock with everything she had. She sucked and sucked and sucked again, until her tongue felt raw and her throat burned, thrashing her head back and forth like a madwoman. The piercings locked into the machine yanked at her nipples as if they meant to tear them clean off, but that didn't matter in the slightest.
— Whirrrrrr.
— Schlick— ssllrrp—
Why won't it stop.
Who the hell is sucking this slowly!!
Hurry up and suck. Please, just suck already!!
So my Pear of Anguish will stop.
Suck, damn you!!
— Ssllrrp.
"Ghk!"
But the Pear of Anguish did not stop. It was agonizingly slow, yet it was unmistakably spreading open. What had begun at the size of a small dildo now gaped wider than Leviathan's cock had ever felt, and it was still growing in real time.
"Hnnngh!! Mmph!! Ngh!!"
She hit the second ejaculation. The rank scent of semen rose again from her throat, and she felt the artificial cock deflate against the inside of her cheek. But she could not stop. Regardless of her efforts, the Pear of Anguish kept inching larger. It had already reached the size she herself could manage only at her absolute limit.
Every so often — when the cellmate linked to her must have put in a real effort — the Pear of Anguish would hesitate for a moment. But those moments never lasted more than a breath. Before what felt like even a few dozen minutes had passed, the Pear had forced her pussy open to its absolute limit. Then the thing, swollen enough to tear the entire hole apart, began to produce a faint vibration.
"Gnnnngh!! Mmph!!"
It was spread so wide she could feel air moving inside her cunt. She couldn't see it, but the thought filled her that her womb itself must be gaping open enough to see from the outside — and that was when she understood. The vibration wasn't stimulation or pleasure. It was the Pear of Anguish writhing as it forced itself even wider.
"Ghk… ah… ahaha… haah… s… stop… ghk…!"
She spat out the deflated artificial cock and begged into empty air. She strained to drag her arms — locked behind her neck — forward. Her cuffed wrists screamed with pain, but she had to get off this chair. At this rate she was going to break. Her pussy was forced so wide the agony was blinding.
I can't do this.
I absolutely cannot do this.
Terror shook her body. She twisted hard enough that the piercings nearly tore free. But the cuffs bolted to the backrest and the two legs locked beneath the chair would not yield. The piercings chained to the machine in front of her denied her body any freedom. And the Pear of Anguish, risen from the floor and buried deep in her cunt, controlled even the smallest movement.
Trapped in an inescapable hell, she had no choice but to feel her body being destroyed in agony.
"Haa. Haa. Haa. Haa. Ugh…! Hngh…! Chuuup… mmph! Mmmph!"
But she couldn't simply endure it forever. If she was suffering, then her cellmate was suffering too. Imagining the pain Jaehee must have felt in those few seconds she stopped sucking the cock forced her to take the artificial cock back into her mouth.
"Mmph!! Hnngh! Mmph! Chuuup! Mmph! Haah-mmph!! Mmph!!"
She sucked for her life. Until her lips were swollen and cracked, until she couldn't swallow a single drop of spit, treating her tongue and mouth like a fleshlight as she tried to coax the thing. The artificial cock, having already come twice, refused to harden easily — just like during previous training. Only after pouring in even more effort than before did it finally swell again. To wring another ejaculation from it, she would have to open her throat and stimulate the head against her soft palate.
"Ghk!! Khh! Hngh! Khh!!"
Stomach acid surged up; the strange chemical smell of the evening's pills flooded her mouth as she sucked him down. Beyond sucking — she brainwashed herself into believing her throat… no, her entire body was nothing but a fleshlight, and took the artificial cock deeper still.
Her efforts finally paid off.
A few minutes later.
"Gyaahk… khh…!! Ughk… bleh…! Haa. Haa. Hngh…! Ugh!!"
She barely managed to finish the final ejaculation.
Inmate A713 Lee Nayoon has achieved the objective. From this moment, the Pear of Anguish of linked subject A522 Park Jaehee will cease operation and return to its original position. Inmate Park Jaehee will be returned to her cell regardless of remaining torture time.
The instant she swallowed the semen, the alarm sounded. And not long after… another alarm rang as well.
Inmate A522 Park Jaehee has achieved the objective. From this moment, the Pear of Anguish of linked subject A688 Kang Seoa will cease operation and return to its original position. Inmate Kang Seoa — for the remainder of the torture period, give your utmost for your fellow inmates.
Same result, different contents. Jaehee, who had finished at nearly the same moment, was freed at once. Seoa, on the other hand — who still had to achieve the objective for her own linked subject — had to keep sucking the artificial cock. The one mercy was that Seoa, at least, had been released from the pain.
What this confirmed… was that Jaehee's linked subject had not been her. And that these alarms were audible to all of them.
— Whirrrrrr
"Ughk… ah… ahhk…!!! Ugh!!"
Unlike Jaehee, who had achieved her goal and been freed, she could not escape. Until the cellmate who had been assigned her as a linked subject — Seoa… or Yejin — achieved the objective, her Pear of Anguish would keep delivering pain.
Fortunately, after her and Jaehee's alarms had sounded, whoever was linked to her seemed to redouble their efforts… the rate at which the Pear of Anguish was spreading slowed. But that did not mean it became bearable. What was already forced open was torment enough to send sweat pouring down her body in sheets. One wrong movement of her lower half and it felt like her pelvis would shatter.
It hurts… it hurts so much…
And… I'm scared…
"Nngh… ugh!! Haa. Uuugh!!"
Helpless, all she could do was pray her cellmate would manage. She prayed and prayed. She even begged Seoa, and Yejin. Please give it everything you have. Please try…
Whether that plea reached them or not, the next alarm sounded before long.
Inmate A688 Kang Seoa has achieved the objective. From this moment, the Pear of Anguish of linked subject A691 Kim Yejin will cease operation and return to its original position. Inmate Kang Seoa will be returned to her cell regardless of remaining torture time. Inmate Kim Yejin — for the remainder of the torture period, give your utmost for your fellow inmates.
"Aaaah!!"
But the one freed was not her. That settled it: Yejin's linked subject was her.
Of all her cellmates, Yejin was the weakest at oral sex. She had already been anxious — and now the confirmation that she was Yejin's linked subject made her feel as if the ground had dropped out from under her.
She was terrified. She believed Yejin must be fighting with everything she had. And… now that Yejin herself had been freed from the pain, she ought to be able to push a little harder…
But still…
Would she, really?
"Haa. Haa. Haa…!! Aaagh!! Yejin!! Please!!"
— Whirrrrrr.
Even after being released from her own agony, the speed at which the Pear of Anguish spread did not slow in the slightest. Now she could clearly feel the sensation of skin tearing. The pain of her body being destroyed defied imagination. Bit by bit, she was breaking. It felt as if her pussy were being severed, the hole ripped wide open.
"Kyaaagh!! Aaaaagh!!! Aaaaagh!! S-stop!!! Ahhk!!"
From a certain point the pain became so severe that screams tore out of her. She was truly going to lose her mind. If she just spread her legs a little, wouldn't it ease? She threw strength into her thighs hard enough to snap her ankles — but a single second was the most she could manage. The agony flooding up from her lower half locked down even the movement of her body. Tears poured; she had clenched so hard that blood vessels burst in her eyes, staining her vision red.
"…Gnnnngh!! Nngh!! Grrrk!"
Foam spilled from her mouth.
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
It fucking hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
Yejin, who was normally so full of mischief. Yejin, who enjoyed pain. But she was a woman who could not enjoy it the way Yejin did. She feared execution. She suffered under pain. Prison Island operated a little differently from what she had imagined. There were countless rules she still hadn't fully heard. And the one person she had thought of as her sole lifeline — her sister — she had met here as a fellow inmate. Now even suspicion toward the cellmates she had trusted was creeping in. The anxiety kept rolling forward, scattering her mental strength.
I want it to stop.
I want to quit.
It hurts.
Yejin.
Are you really giving it your best?
It's only three times.
You only have to suck three times, that's all.
During the first training, when I couldn't even manage once…
I had a time like that too.
You've been on Prison Island all this time and you never even trained for something this basic — what the hell were you doing?
Right. Come to think of it.
We've only known each other two months.
The idea that someone like you would give her all for me…
That was just me, wasn't it?
Jaehee… Seoa too.
It's probably the same for them.
We haven't known each other that long.
I'm the only one who leaned on them and trusted them…
The truth is… they all must have thought poorly of me.
Yeah… thinking about it, I'm not even the only re-enrolled inmate, am I?
I didn't notice when Luia was still here… but looking back now… I'm a massive burden, aren't I?
I don't even know the Prison Island rules properly.
I keep making mistakes.
I rack up Demeanor Penalty Points and ruin the mood…
In the changed program I was nothing but dead weight…
That's it.
That was it.
Everyone looked like they were looking out for me…
But deep down, they weren't.
"Hnnnngh!! Gnnngh!!! Nngh!"
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
Ah!
Just now… something tore.
I think the bladed part of the Pear of Anguish touched my thigh.
Did it… fully rip open?
Or am I imagining it?
Maybe… it tore through my pussy and is lodged somewhere in my lower body.
And yet… and yet you keep spreading — just how vicious a thing are you?
It hurts.
I can't see.
Stop. Stop it!
Please.
Yejin.
I'm sorry.
It's all my fault.
Don't take revenge on me like this.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Torture time has concluded.
Ah. It's over.
In the end… Yejin never managed to hit the objective, huh.
Ha.
Haha.
Her vision blurred. Between the tears and the burst vessels she couldn't see properly at all. It was almost strange that she hadn't lost consciousness. Spit ran down her chin; the floor was soaked with blood pouring from her torn pussy and womb. Her lower half trembled. She had thrashed so hard that wounds had opened on her wrists and ankles, and the piercing through her left nipple was on the verge of being ripped free. The nipple itself had split open and was bleeding; the convict uniform, stained with sweat and spit, clung to her body like a filthy rag.
The torture time ended and the lights in the torture chamber went out.
But she could not move.
Have I been abandoned?
Normally Leviathan would have come for her the instant the time was up… today he seemed late.
"Haa……. Hnnh…"
Even breathing was hard. This kind of neglect… she hated it so much. She was already in agony, and now it felt like being locked inside hell itself. But as she was now… there was no way out.
Only then did a single question surface.
Me… why am I here?